Bela Cor (Jack, o Estripador)

They didn’t ask, but here I am
Look at this lovely audience
I think you deserve it
To witness a true spectacle

To meet expectations
The world’s most infamous killer
In the fourth round, who will fight
Will be Jack, the Ripper

Everyone knows the story
End of the 19th century, on the streets of London
Five women were found
All dead by sharp objects

I understand that you truly hate me
But leave it to me
Because I guarantee that the one who’ll win the fourth round
Will be humanity

I must thank you for agreeing to fight in London
I won’t give up, after all, that’s what a gentleman does
Before we begin, let me introduce my Völundr
With a pair of scissors, everything now turns into paper

Forgive me, it’s tea time
I see my trap had no effect on you
Only divine weapons can harm Gods
You must be wondering why you’re bleeding

Because I lied, my Völundr wasn’t the scissors, scissors
In truth, my Völundr is the bag, bag

Surprised by me? Bluff
You know the truth
The only point where humans surpass Gods
Is in wickedness

I want to see your color
Beautiful lady, will you show it?
The fear you hide
When I kill you, I’ll see it
Like London Bridge, your pride, dear God, will fall
Your willpower excites me, I can’t deny
The fear, the death, ah, what a beautiful color
Jack, the Ripper

The first act was superb
So let’s move on to the second act
But I warn you, dear God
You better be careful

If you hadn’t destroyed my umbrella
I could have lent it to you
Because the weather forecast is

A cutting rain
Don’t get too confident
Because as I imagined
Your color is so addictive

I ended up talking too much
Did you notice?
I got lost in daydreams
First time killing a God

When you die, what color will you be?
That excites me, because it reminds me
Of my most beautiful lady, beneath the streets
Of London, my mother

Though I was in misery
Her love for me had the most beautiful color
But when my father married another, I understood
That color was never meant for me

Hatred in her eyes, it ignites
Mother, you cannot have such an ugly color

So I’ll free you from your pain
Cutting your throat, terror appears
And that color is so beautiful, that’s why I love to understand
And soon I’ll see yours, dear God

Another bluff, your arm cut off
You hadn’t noticed?
Scissors, bag were never my true Völundr
The real one is the gloves

Everything I touch becomes a weapon
A stone, even the Big Bang
Everything becomes a weapon, capable
Of killing even a God

Finally, we’ve reached the final act
All of London is a lethal weapon
A beautiful color that I witness before me
I’m enchanted by the fact you don’t fear your imminent death

Sacrificing your own body
You cornered me, I admit
But did you forget that all of London is my weapon?
So I rise and continue

Still standing, with your spirit intact?
This only proves to me that my mother’s love was, indeed, false
I love this color, but it’s not the one I wanted
I guess I’ll have to paint you with my favorite color

Do you think you’ve defeated me?
London Bridge is falling down
See who rose
London Bridge is falling down

Dear God, that’s what I named this technique
And I dedicate it to you
Coating my hands in blood to turn them into weapons
And in the end, I’ll defeat you

I want to see your color
Beautiful lady, will you show it?
The fear you hide
When I kill you, I’ll see it
Like London Bridge, your pride, dear God, will fall
Your willpower excites me, I can’t deny
The fear, the death, ah, what a beautiful color
Jack, the Ripper